Disclaimer: if I did own Naruto, Sakura would have died at the hands of sasori!!!
Of Blood and Love
The night was overpoweringly dark, the full moon barely able to illuminate anything because of the dark clouds that covered nearly all of the sky. Two lone figures stood in the deserted London alley. One was wearing an elegant thick kimono the other a luxurious tuxedo (think of the tux that haji wears in blood at the end).
Hinata slowly removed her lips from Sasuke's neck, replacing them with her forehead. She released ragged breaths, holding herself back from repeating what she had just done to the boy.
She knew it was wrong.
She had been wrong in accepting his offer, she knew, but it just proved to be the perfect solution to this problem. He offered himself so why not accept? If it could help her reach her goal she was willing to use this young man as long as possible, but she also would not abuse this gift.
She slowly moved away from him, not completely quenched of her need, but again she would not abuse this gift. She removed her hands from his hair and neck, leaving them to dangle at her sides, and looked up at the young man.
He could not be no older than seventeen, but then why would he want to waist his time by her side? The gap between their ages was extraordinarily large after all. She looked up at the boy, and stared into the dark abyss of his coal black eyes. He had truly become very handsome over the years, barely resembling the crying boy she had met so long ago.
They stared at each other for the longest of time, neither breaking the eye contact. She tried to see what was hidden behind that emotionless facade he wore so well, but alas to no avail. She looked down finally deciding to give up and go back to the castle.
"we must leave the sun will be rising soon" she said while turning away from him but before she could take a step, he reached out and graved her arm pulling her back to land against his chest.
"Mistress, I know that you did not have your fill, please, continue" he whispered into her ear while cupping her chin delicately with a strong masculine hand, tilting her head to the side. Hinata closed her eyes. How could this boy shatter her will so easily?
She turned slowly in his arms and moved to be as close as physically possible. She reached a delicate arm up and pulled the collar of the suit roughly to the side while smoothing her other hand into his hair, the young man automatically knowing to tilt his head to the side. She moved up and hovered her lips over his neck, right above the pulsating vain visible on his pale skin.
Sasuke slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable to happen. He could feel her cold breath on his neck making him shiver.
Sasuke would be lying if he said he did not enjoy these moments that were only shared between him and her. He loved her; he couldn't deny it and was willing to do what ever it took to be by her.
He had first seen her when he was about eight years old, that fateful day was the day his life ended… and began again.
She had seemed to materialize out of nowhere, an angel clad in a blood drenched kimono, seeming so beautiful supporting his brothers lifeless body, one arm around his abdomen the other protruding from his chest having pulled out the cold-blooded murderers hearth, as his blood dripped from her arms, her face, and the puncture wounds in his body.
She seemed to be about the same age as his brother.
Sasuke looked on in amazement at his savior. She turned to him, dropping his brother and his non-beating hearth to the ground not caring the least bit to release him gently, and walked towards him. She reached out a hand and Sasuke, not hesitating a bit, graved her offered hand. She brought him up and cradled him in her arms holding the boy as the tears somehow started to flow freely again, sliding down his checks to land on the beautiful girls shoulder. She held him, comforting him and whispering kind words into his ear. He couldn't remember how long he cried but as the tiers dried and his throat ached from the sobs, and the screaming he had done prier to her arrival, he pulled away from her shoulder to look at her face.
She was gorgeous.
She had to be an angel; she was just too beautiful to be human. Sasuke studied every contour of her face finally stopping at her eyes, her eyes that reminded him so much of the shinning moon, that held so much warmth that he felt like clinging to her and never letting go. She was drenched in blood but it neither appalled him nor took away from her beauty. She smiled kindly at him causing a blush to appear on his chubby face. She released him placing him back on the ground and kneeled before him placing one of her soft hands on his cheek, wiping away at the tears.
"There, there young one, I've relived you of that horrible man he will never hurt you again, but sadly I must go the sun will rise soon" she said while wiping away at his final tear and standing up.
Before she could leave he reached out a small arm and balled it up in her kimono, begging for her not to leave. He could not speak the pain of loosing his whole family still over powering his fragile young body, but he knew she understood what he was asking. She turned to him again and smiled another one of her breath taking smiles. She reached back and removed his small arm gently. She bent down and kissed him on his cheek which she had smeared with his brother's blood from when she wiped at his tears.
Sasuke started to cry again knowing that she was going to leave him there, surrounded by the lifeless bodies of his murdered family. She moved away and stared into his eyes sympathy sketched into her delicate features.
"I'm sorry but I must leave you, I hope someday we may meet again" and whit those final departing words she disappeared in a swirl of dark lavender tinted feathers. Sasuke reached his small arms above him catching a feather in his hand before it could disappear like all the others.
The years passed by slowly, in a haze, after that day. He tried to forget about her and move on, like the encounter had never taken place, but every day he would come home and find the lavender feather lying on his window sill, never letting him forget. He had tried to get rid of it several times but every time he would hesitate and in the end just place it on the window sill again.
Daily, right before falling asleep, he would think about her. Who was she? Was she actually there that day? Would he ever see her again? And what were these feelings that always managed to speed his hearth rate and make his face heath up? But of course his thoughts always wandered to how beautiful she was.
He continued like this until the day he had become seventeen, by that time he had figures out that he had fallen in love with her.
It had been a dark gloomy day, the moon was obstruct by dark gray clouds and not even the small nocturnal animals made a sound, and it had been that precise day that his car decided to break down on him.
He had been leaning on the side of his bar, dialing his "girlfriends" cell when it happened. It had came so suddenly the pressure of the hands that held him firmly to his car, making him drop his cell phone, the sudden heath that was pressed against him. He had no time to react. His quivering body was able to just move his head enough to see his attackers face. It was a man, an old man, with a long flowing beard and clothes that looked to belong to an aristocrat.
The man started advancing his mouth towards him, not speaking a word, long fangs protruding from his mouth aiming to puncture the skin at his neck. He looked on as the man leaned closer, fear hindering him from looking away, his eyes wide in shock and a cold sweat dampening his skin. But before the man got any closer Sasuke was able to will his eyes closed.
There is one thing he knows for sure about his angel, she is the strongest woman he has ever met.
Before the man could impale him, a loud cracking noise followed by the sound of something splattering onto the ground was heard. Sasuke, felling no pain, opened his eyes to see an arm jutting out of his attackers skull completely drenched in blood with small droplets gathering at the tips of the persons fingers to drop down to the ground to join with the puddle forming there. Sasuke looked from the hand down to the ground to assess the damage the arm had caused. There where fragments from the skull spread all around, mixing with the blood and portions of the brain that had torn away from the rest of the muscle when the arm had been shoved trough it.
"You are a disgrace to our kind, giving into your most primal of instincts becoming a cold blooded murderer in the process"
Sasuke's eyes widened in recognition, that voice, it was the same one that swam trough his dreams every night, haunting him like a beautiful sirens song. He looked up hurriedly and was immediately overwhelmed with joy, it was her.
He looked at her beautiful face clenched in anger and noticed that she hadn't aged a bit, she looked the same as she did those nine years ago. But that couldn't be right if it was the same person she would be the age of twenty-six now, wouldn't she?
'Disgrace to our kind'
No, it couldn't be, she the woman he loved, was a demon of the night. She was one of the monsters that were shun from society and feared with absolute fervor.
He looked into her eyes, that where filled with disgust, and knew even if she was one of them he could never stop loving her. She turned towards him, ensnaring him with those gorgeous lavender tinted orbs. She stared at him as she brought her delicate hand up to her mouth and liked at the blood, once she was done lapping at the blood she spoke.
"Your throat"
He reached an arm up to touch at the skin of his throat and felt a stinging sensation when his hand brushed against it. He retracted his hand and brought it up to his face and noticed it was smeared with blood. The man must have been able to scrape his fangs on his skin before she got here.
He looked back up at her to see her staring at his neck, her eyes glazed over.
She…wanted him? No, she wanted his blood.
He started moving his hand towards her, snapping her out of her stupor causing her to move her gaze towards the ground. Sasuke did not falter; he kept reaching out to her finally being able to place his hand on her cheek. She reacted to the touch and turned her head towards his hand to draw in the smell of his blood.
She placed her smaller hands on his holding his hand in place and looked towards him, asking for permission. Sasuke gave her a small smile telling her it was alright. She brought the hand closer and darted her small tongue out of her mouth to lick at his fingers that where smeared with his blood. The sensation sent shivers through out his body, causing small Goosebumps to appear on his skin and his eyes to close as he leaned his head back a fraction in pure bliss but before he knew it the sensation was gone.
He opened his eyes to see her staring down at the ground. Sasuke, not knowing what came over him, moved his other hand towards her and cupped her face turning her so he could look into her eyes.
Again, he caught her staring at the freshly made wound. Her fangs grew, protruding from her lips just a fraction to show that she wanted nothing more than to pierce his neck.
He wanted nothing more than to make her happy.
Before he knew it he had slid his left hand to hold the back of her head and his right hand traveled down to her waist, felling the soft texture of her kimono. He brought her closer and tilted her head with his left hand so she hovered right above the near-bite, offering himself to her.
She placed her arms on his chest trying to push him away.
"You do not know what you are doing" she had said, so silently, that if she hadn't been as close, he probably wouldn't have heard her. He felt every word she spoke, sending a wonderful sensation flooding through his body.
"You're wrong, I know exactly what I'm doing" he responded making his throat vibrate with the words he spoke, tempting her even more.
The wonderful smell and taste of his blood intoxicated her, causing her hands to move on their own acord. One moved to the collar of his shirt, tearing it as to expose more of his skin. The other hand weaved its way into his hair graving ahold of the strands and tilting his head gently to the side allowing her better access to his throat. She looked up at him through her lashes, asking to see if he was sure, Sasuke looked down at her and gave her a small smile.
"I'm sure" he whispered
"You do know that if I bite you, you will become one of us"
"Yes"
She looked away from him and before Sasuke could take another breath she bit into him. Sasuke felt when her fangs had dug into his skin, causing a small grunt to escape his lips from the pain that prickled through out his body. Once the pain subsided he leaned his head back enjoying the moment.
A/N: so what do ya' think? I'm usually a comedy person but I felt like seeing if I could write something darkish/ really mushy and/or smutty and look at that I was able to write something that had no ounce of comedy hurray, I finally met one of the challenges I put on myself. Shit, man I promised myself I wouldn't start anymore stories but STUPID PLOT BUNNIES anyway it wont be that long probably two or three chaps but it is a one-shot so don't be expecting to much I basically split it into 2/3 chaps because it's pretty long, now I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YA"LL THINK!!! Is it any good? Am I any good at writing more serious stories? Because if not I'll just leave, I got my suitcase ready and everything, got that violin guy playing sad music in the background (that's right my exit is going to be that dramatic)